Thoughts darted across the surface of the void, visible in that tainted light. He straightened and tried to keep his face relaxed. The back was smooth and cool to the touch-he only brushed his hand against it quickly-but the front had been carved by an artist's hands. I don't know what 'they' you mean, but she's free.
I don't want to sound it, and I don't want to be part of any legend. I'm afraid, she whispered. Friend Ogier. We will ride harder to make it up.
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